Deutsch, Poetry

Wir wachsen aneinander

fest. Um deine Stirn
schlingt sich mein Zopf.
Wir trinken die Sonne aus
Dosen. Wir essen die
Kindheit auf. Deinen Ring
aus Zigarettenpapier
steck ich mir an
den Finger: Er passt.

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Wir wachsen aneinander